the lesser saints
weave their quiet
agile stories
amongst the lives
of greater lights
holy, the lesser saints
the color
upon their brows
they do not cry out
they do not turn
hearts raised like rafters
heavenward
forever orbiting
tireless in quest
the sphere of your glory
to enter and remain
bring newer life
from ancient tribes
all in anticipation
groaning in the yearning
their own eternal ribbon voice
those who have ears…
let them hear
holy, the lesser saints
bring your longing
bring your capacity
for fullness
in the life of the soil
countless prophets
behold and know
see and have understanding
awaken, members of wholeness
you are provision
you are appointed
little lights, you are His
lesser saints
holding up mountains
echoes of distant voice
priests of the eternal present
fierce and strange
are the quiet ones
in silent witness
givers of the heart of God
receiving and giving from the heart of God
celebrating mystery in plain-ness
in infinite variety and order
teach the spiritual truths of rest and labor
sweat and awe
all from silent knees and horns
in the unending world, glory will be known forever
Beautiful collection of images and music, my friend!
Astounding.
An illuminated psalm. Beautiful and rich.
Thank you, Steven.